Poor Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
I’m travelling through this world of woe
Yet there's no sickness, toil, nor danger
In that bright land to which I go

I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home

I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
I know my way is rough and steep
But golden fields lie just before me
Where God's redeem shall ever sleep

I'm going home to see my mother
And all my loved ones who’ve gone on
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home

I’ll soon be free from every trial
My body sleeps in the church yard
I’ll drop the cross of self denial
And then turn on my great reward

I’m going there to see my saviour
To sing his prays for ever more
I’m only going over Jordan
I’m only going over home